Gladiolus ~ The Maze Runner

2~9: Hey Siri, Play Wildest Dreams (Taylor's Version) While We Make Out

Soon after I left the tent, Sonya snatched me away to find some warm clothes. Once I was bundled up in cozy attire, a bell rang to call everyone to dinner. I made my way into the line and gratefully accepted a bowl of stew before making my way over to my friends. We all sat in peace, eating our dinner, making a few comments amongst each other.

Aris joined us too, sitting down next to Newt, who looked very pleased. Newt caught me watching and he rolled his eyes. I grin. I lean over to Frypan, who's sitting next to me. I'm about to open my mouth when he raises a hand, stopping me.

"I'll tell you all about it later," he promises.

"Good," I say. "Because Newt definitely isn't going to tell me himself."

"Tell you what?" an oblivious Minho asks, mouth full.

I simply nod over in the direction of Aris and Newt, who are deep in conversation. Minho's eyes pop out of his head. "When did that happen?!" he asks in shock.

I shrug. "I dunno."

Minho groans. "Where's my romance?" He looks over at Sonya and Harriet, who are snuggled up next to each other, eating.

"Told you they were a couple," I hum, digging into my stew. Minho rolls his eyes. "You don't know that for sure. They could just be close besties!"

Harriet leans over and kisses Sonya.

I stare at Minho. "Close besties, you say?"

He groans again. "Damn it. I really thought they were into me too."

"You are the definition of delusional," Fry laughs.

"Who is?" Thomas asks, coming over and sitting with us, cradling his bowl of stew.

"You, you ugly shank," Minho rolls his eyes.

I glance over at Teresa, who is sitting very quietly. I scooch over next to her. "Hey."

"Hey," she looks up.

"You've barely touched your dinner. Are you okay?"

"Fine," she says quietly.

"Are you sure?" I press, lowering my voice and moving closer. "You've been acting off lately."

"I'm fine," she says again, this time a little more agitated.

Realizing that I'm not getting anywhere with this, I nod and sit back. I wish she would tell me what was up. In her defense, last time she shared her thoughts, specifically about going back to WICKED, I snapped at her. It just caught me off guard, is all. Obviously she wouldn't want to go back there.

I remained by her until Harriet and Sonya approached us again. "We're taking you to your sleeping area," Harriet explains.

We all stand and follow her as the sky darkens overhead, the moon twinkling above us. The two take us to a large tent and raise the flaps, ushering us in. Multiple makeshift beds, formed from straw and blankets, are placed beside each other. Some other teenagers, probably other immunes rescued by the Right Arm, are already in there, settling down for the night.

"You guys can pick any spot you want," Sonya waves an inviting hand over the space. "NO finagling around though. Vince constantly makes awkward dad comments about not wanting little gremlins running around."

Minho giggles and I elbow him, trying to stifle my own snort. So mature.

"Well, we'll leave you guys to it," Harriet says, and she walks off with Sonya, hand in hand.

We all grab beds next to each other. Thomas decides to nab one right beside me, but I choose to ignore it. If he really has chosen Brenda, he should probably stop doing little things like this.